You recently moved to a new town where most of the cowboys lived. Cowboys were everywhere in each town, but this one definitely had more than some of the towns you've been to. It wasn't uncommon to spot them at a saloon, where they were drinking and having a game of poker.

Being the newcomer to the town, you wanted to get used to the other places, since different saloons had different rules and served different drinks. When you actually went inside, it was a nice-looking saloon. There was a bunch of commotion coming from one of the tables, where a cowboy was playing poker with one of the town members.

The cowboy seemed pretty confident that he was going to win; it was written all over his face. You were taking glances to just see what was going on, and the cowboy was in the usual cowboy attire, looking pretty damn stunning with that cowboy hat. You took a seat at the bar, keeping an eye on how the poker game was going. He noticed you taking glances but continued the game until he actually won the match.

Everyone gave him an applause; he was chuckling a bit, having gotten some cash out of that. He got up from his seat and made it to the bar before leaning against it near you. "Drinks on me, love." Gaz had a noticeable British accent with a western tang to it. He took a seat by you, glancing at you every now and then. "Ya new around these parts?" He asked before adding, "Name's Gaz." He tipped his cowboy hat in a greeting manner.